There are a few artists I follow because I love their work or their passion.
A few because I love them, or love what they say about art.
One because I can’t quite figure out why she has a huge following.

The latter I keep my eye on but rarely visit.
She draws the same thing every day.
She doesn’t do it because that is her passion —
as in, “I want to explore 100 hearts… I want to know about heart-ness.”
It is an exercise for her, like going to the gym.*i hate the gym. i’d rather dance.*
She talks about it keeping her in shape, like she is flexing a muscle.
I guess that is true, though I would say that if I was to do that
I’d still want to draw interesting things around me,
and throw in things I hadn’t drawn before
because if I know how to draw that-unnamed-object*you would know who if i named it*
then I know how to draw that-unnamed-object and it is not really a stretch.

Because of the juxtaposition of Alicia Golden of Making Handmade Books asking:
“When Is It Craft? When Is It Art? Exhibits at SFMOMA”
and another week of the artist who draws the same thing daily,
I have to ask myself, why?
Why make sketches of familiar things you are not that interested in for the exercise of it?*i heard no answer from the great art-universe so i took a look at myself*
What makes me want to sketch in a journal?

My story…
I tell our stories, of the cats and where we live and what we experienced,
of my creative urges and thoughts,
of surviving my family, and living to love them which is hard to do — loving cacti.
I don’t care so much about drawing the city I live in on sketch at a time —
unless it happens to be part of my story — though I understand that joy.
I want to tell the story of our lives, to delve in and see
what makes us happy and sad and crazy andit helps me to reflect on what is real.

I also look at my favorite blogging friends, and why I love reading them…
they are telling their stories. Because I followed their stories I became friends
with some of them, though I didn’t set out to do so.
Modern day pen pals of a sort…